thursday madness

July 30, 2004

The morning started with Freeman Dyson engaging in a “moderated discussion” with Tim O’Reilly and the audience. While Dyson was very charming and is cool, the talk was sort of uninteresting. This was followed by a guy from HP whom I completely ignored, basically because he was completely ignorable.

tutorials not given by damian

July 28, 2004  🐫

Yesterday was all Damian, today was no Damian. Well, that’s not true. Damian gave a talk at the Tuesday Night Extravaganza, but it wasn’t so much a tutorial as a bit of entertainment. The tutorials I actually attended had good points and bad points. I will try to summarize them, below.

monday at oscon

July 27, 2004

It’s about quarter after ten, here, and I’m really ready to fall asleep. Maybe it’s that I got up at 0530 local time, or maybe it’s that my body is still on Eastern time, where it’s now 0115, well past my bedtime. Either way, I’m really tired.

the city of broad shoulders

July 25, 2004

I’m laid over in Chicago. I got into the airport just under an hour ago, and the gate for my next flight was directly across from my point of entry. I looked for something to eat, and the shortest line was to Uno’s. I would have been willing to stand in line longer for something better, but everything seemed pretty fatty, so I ate my tiny pizza and did my best to enjoy it. I like Uno’s crusts, and I’ve never quite understood how to describe it. It’s not quite flaky, it’s sort of powdery. But that sounds awful, and it isn’t awful.

oscon: day zero

July 25, 2004  🐫

I’m in that annoying state where I’m ready to leave, but it just isn’t time to go yet. We’ll be heading out in about 45 minutes to go pick up a few last things from my office and then head to the PHL airport. “We” are John C and me. John came to town to hang out, drink some beers, and give me a lift to the airport. Awesome.


July 16, 2004  🐫

A lot has happened since I wrote last, at the pace of about one thing per day. If I’d been making entries every day, this wouldn’t be such a chore, but I haven’t so it is. I need to get this stuff written down, before I forget it all, but it’s harder and harder to make entries as I buffer more and more material to put in them.

$insult += $injury

July 7, 2004

I decided that rather than sit around on my butt, I should to try to get some fresh air and go cycling. So, I went out and rode over toward Allentown. I thought about picking up a botle of vermouth, but I’d left my Timbuk2 at home.